Heaven And Ice Cream

Streetlights casting a glare, dare to stare into the holes where we dwell. The morning air slices, deep, through my skin, like a sin. To get to the head of this life, now, begin the slow, big, sad sacrifice to the grave, traveling blind, through the day, on the paved

Road of dreams, mountains and streams, heaven and ice cream, but it seems these schemes need redeemed

A thought had once crossed through my mind, how I find to be this far in a life suits me fine. If everything goes down the drain, I remain, just play this song in your head, and refrain from slow, big, sad sacrifice to the grave, traveling blind, through the day, on the paved

Road of dreams, mountains and streams, heaven and ice cream, but it seems these schemes need redeemed

I tried to move to Tennessee; it followed me. I tried to move to Kentucky; it followed me. I tried to move to NYC; it followed me. I tried to drown in the sea; it followed me

On roads of dreams, mountains and streams, heaven and ice cream, but it seems these schemes need the road of dreams, mountains and streams, heaven and ice cream, but it seems these schemes need redeemed.